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Teardrop In The Fire	By : MysticNight Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Incubus Views: 3776 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Incubus. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Claire finally went back up to her loft 15 minutes later, gaining a fair amount of composure.

“Baby” Michael rushed over to her, she turned her face away refusing to look at him.

“Listen, I’m sorry. I apologize a million times, I love you. I even made it better”

“How could you possibly have done that…” she mordantly said than asked.

“I called the head of your faculty and explained there was a ‘situation’ and he’s going to let you take it tomorrow, he trusted that it was a mistake and he knows how good you are in this field”

“Thanks” she answered acidly.

“I thought you would be happy”

“Happy?” she barked so fast she had even surprised herself. “You use to make me happy, now you make me miserable!”

“Does Brandon make you happy?”

She swore that if she heard him say 'Brandon' one more fucking time, she would murder him in cold blood.

“Yes! Brandon makes me fucking ecstatic! And you know what? from time to time I find myself wishing I was with him and not you!” she spat venomously, regretting her words almost instantly as she watched him march over to her.

Michael firmly gaited over to her, pinning Claire to the wall behind him, he shook her roughly asking

“What did you say?!” Although he clearly heard.

“Nothing” she backed down, afraid of what would come next.

“I’ve been nothing but a good man to you, and this is how you repay me? I could've had anyone in this fucking world, but I chose you! You!” he jerked her head firmly in both his hands.

She kept her eyes shut while he snarled in her face.

Claire couldn’t concentrate on a word Michael was saying, all she could think about was picking up the phone and hearing Brandon's voice.

“All I asked was for you to give me half the attention you give him!... Are you fucking him?” he questioned suddenly.

“What?!” she widened her eyes at him.

Half of her wanted to edge him on more by telling him ‘yes’ but instead she shouted back

“No! and because of you, we’re not even friends anymore!”

“What?” he loosened his hands from grasping her face.

“You heard me” she sneered.

“How?”

“Most of the time, Brandon knows me better than I even know myself. Do you think he wouldn’t catch on to what you‘re doing to me if I continued being friends with him?They barely bought my excuse of what happened yesterday, and I refuse to jeopardize their future because of the son-of-a-bitch you’ve come to be”

“How gallant” he sarcastically smirked moving strands of her hair he previously shook out of place.

“How did you turn into this?” she looked up at him.

She remembered the first few months into they’re relationship, she actually had thought he might have been ‘the one’.

“I still am the man you fell in love with. I just don’t like to be disrespected. And now that he's out of the picture we can make our relationship even more beautiful and possibly get marrie-”

She cut him off instantly

“I will never marry you”

Instead of grabbing her again, he moved closely in her face, leaving barely a centimeter of space between them as he told he gruffly

“You are no longer in position of telling me what you will and will not do. Fuck with me, and it’ll be the worse mistake of your life.”

The mint gum he had been chewing early traced his breath.

“You know what? I’m beginning to not care, hey! I might even just walk out on you tomorrow!”

“You do that Claire. Go ahead. But, be sure to watch how fast the shit hit’s the fan for you and you’re little band.”

Recently, Michael had been holding the fact that if she left him, he would go to the media with everything she held dearly in her life.

“I’ve never told you anything about Incubus, so there’s nothing for you to really tell” Claire proclaimed.

“Yes, but you forget, I have been with you for nearly a year now. The times you thought I wasn’t there to hear you giving dear old Brandon advice about his father and his mother’s rash decisions, I was. And we cant forget Chris and the things you told me that happened to him before you’re family adopted him.”

“You wouldn’t dare…”

“Try me. I may not know everything, but do you think the tabloids will give a shit? It’s your word against mine. I will fuck up that group’s career so fast your pretty little head’ll spin.”

Claire closed her eyes for a moment, her lips pursed tight against tears.

“Anyway babe, I’ve got some PR to do” he smiled “Good old public relations, what would a man do without ‘em” he reached forward kissing her quickly on the cheek, then stopped grazing a thumb over the side of her face.

“You’re bruises are healing up, real well.”

When he closed the front door behind himself, she slid to the floor bawling miserably.

How did it come to this?

After that altercation, Claire slid into bed allowing the next morning to come somewhat vastly.

She woke up at 5am, intending on visit her brother before they departed for they’re tour.

Wearily, she pulled off the t-shirt she had fallen asleep in while Michael appeared to be sleeping soundly.

“Beautiful”

Caught by surprise, Claire looked over, self-consciously covering her bare bosoms.

“Don’t be shy.” he yawned.

It wasn’t a matter of being shy, it was a matter of him giving her the feeling of uneasiness each time she set eyes on him.

“Where are you going so early?” he looked over at the clock.

“Chris is leaving this morning, I’m going to say goodbye”

“Be back in the next hour” he merely told her, turning back onto his stomach to sleep.

She didn’t question it, instead moved into the bathroom putting on her bra, a long sleeved top as well as pair of yoga pants.

TBC

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